Akila,
She looked around her with narrowed eyes. The small house looked like a shed, not even a barn, animals won't like living here.
Akila went to the broken wooden chair and sat on it with a passive expression on her face.
She didn't want to show any kind of emotions and feed their pitiful selves that thought they had broken her.
Her only regret was her friends, who looked humiliated and terrified as they looked around themselves.
The place wasn't suitable for humans to use. Imagine two women who used to live a comfortable palace life.
"Your highness, I am deeply sorry but my hands are tied. These were the king's commands."
Omari said as he kneeled in front of Akila and he looked at her, ashamed of what was happening.
Akila eyed the rest of the people who accompanied him and she didn't see the same pitiful looks.
They were like vicious animals that smelled wounded prey and they were ready to pounce to devour it.
